Here we go!

"She has to die."

Emma stood there in shock, staring at the two of them as she continued to back up toward the door. She stopped when she felt the wood against her back, and vowed that she wasn't moving. They were going to have to kill her to get her to move.

"Anna's far from innocent." Castiel was saying.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam demanded.

"It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl." The angel took a step forward and Emma braced herself against the door.

"Sorry, get yourself another one. Try JDate." Emma breathed deeply.

"Who's gonna stop us?" Uriel snarled. "You two? Your demon whores?" Uriel threw Ruby against the wall and Dean lunged at the angel. Dean connected with the angel's side and the two of them went down.

"Cas…" Sam was saying, "Stop, please." Emma watched in horror as Castiel put his hand on Sam's forehead and he fell to the ground. Uriel punched Dean in the jaw, and Castiel walked toward Emma.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Fuck you angel-face. You're not killing this girl. You're gonna have to kill this savior to do it." Castiel stopped for a moment.

"How do you-?"But before he could finish his sentence, a bright life engulfed both of them, and the angels disappeared with a crack like lightning from the room.

"What the…" Dean helped Ruby to her feet before walking over to Emma. "You okay?" he asked her and she nodded. Prying herself from the wall, Emma turned toward the door and pulled open the door. The two of them walked into the room to find Anna, her arms covered in blood.

"Anna!" Dean cried. Emma echoed him and they both of them looked at the sigils drawn on a mirror. Emma pulled her phone out of her pocket and snapped a quick picture while Dean talked to her.

"Are they gone?" she asked.

"Did you kill them?" Dean demanded, his voice shaking a bit. Anna shook her head.

"No," she said. "I sent them away, far away."

"You want to tell me how?" he asked, an eyebrow lifted. Anna thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"That just popped into my head. I don't know how i did it. I just did it."

Later that night, Emma was dozing off in the crook of Dean's arm as they sat on a couch. Dean looked down at her, and to his brother.

"So, what do you think?" he asked. Sam ran one hand down his face and shook his head.

"I think Anna's getting more interesting by the second. And what's with this savior stuff?" Sam made a quick glance at Emma to make sure she wasn't awake. "I mean... no offense to Emma, but isn't she kinda new in this game? It's a bit early for her to have some big role don't you think?"

"No," Dean said honestly, "I think if anybody's going to be a savior it's gonna be her. What I am worried about is all the unwanted attention she's gonna be getting if this gets out." Sam nodded and Dean sighed, running his hand through Emma's blonde hair.

"What do they mean by all this?" Sam wondered aloud, "What did they mean 'she's not innocent'?"

"It seems like they want her real bad. And not just cause of the angel radio thing. I mean, that blood spell – some serious crap man." Dean sighed. "Something's going on with her. See if you can find out."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Anna may have sent the angels to the outfield, but sooner or later they're gonna be back. We got to get ourselves safe now. I'm gonna call Bobby." As Dean stood up slowly, he lied Emma's head on the pillow, and crept to the corner of the room.

Emma was out like a light. Down for the count. She didn't even notice when Dean lifted and put her in the back of the Impala, and Sam climbed into her truck with Ruby. Anna sat in the front of the Impala, and kept an eye on Emma.

"Is she okay?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, she's just tired." Dean replied. But he had to admit, this was worrying him. She never slept this soundly, and usually the drop of a pin would have woken her up.

Something was up.

"This is bull shit, Cas." Emma was saying as she paced the black room. No windows, no door, just a black room. She was dreaming. "You want to kill this girl? Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Okay, then tell me what this is about being a savior."

"I can't tell you that either." Emma rolled her eyes and turned on him.

"Then what exactly can you tell me, Cas?" she demanded. "What did you drag me in here for? Thinkin' I'm gonna give you some information? Well I ain't."

"It's not information I want either." Cas said. He almost looked sad. Emma was taken aback as she watched him sit down on a chair that appeared out of nowhere. She remained standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Then what do you want?"

Cas looked up at her, sadness in his eyes. Emma was even more taken aback. "You can't be the savior." He said quietly, "You can't be the savior because you're dying. You're going to die." Emma dropped to her knees in front of the angel, frowning deeply.

"What?"

"Alistair..." Cas began and shook his head. This was the first time Emma had seen him beat up like this. It was almost as if he was really feeling sadness. She cocked her head to the side. "When I exorcised you, Sarah didn't leave." Emma nodded, she had thought of that a few times. "She's trapped inside you, the only thing keeping you alive. Without her, your heart stops." Emma took a deep breath in, and nodded her head again. She remembered the screaming in Bobby's basement, the threats that she thought were only a dream – now she realized they were a memory.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Cas asked.

"Yeah," Emma said. "She's trapped inside, right? Until we can figure out something else we'll just have to stick with this."

"Alistair... he tried to let her free." Cas said as he stood up. He was gaining that composure back. "He poked a hole in our cage. Imagine the enclosure Sarah's essence is in is like a balloon filled with water. You poke a hole in it, and it explodes. Even if not at first, the hole will get bigger and wider with the pressure, and one day, she'll be let out again. And this time, there will be nothing we can do. You're going to die, Emma."

"You're going to die, Emma." was ringing in her ears when she finally woke up. She looked around to see that she was lying on the bed in the panic room. Bobby's house. They were in Bobby's house.

"Iron walls drenched in salt." Dean was saying to Anna who was sitting in a chair, not but two feet away from her. "Demons can't even touch the joint." Emma closed her eyes again, fighting the headache that was starting behind her eyes.

"Which I find racist, by the way." Ruby was saying. Emma could hear her voice from beyond the door.

"Write your congressman." Dean shot back.

"Here." Ruby said. Emma sat up just in time to see a hex bag flying Dean's way. He caught it and turned around, coming face to face with Emma sitting in front of him.

"Hey!" he said, tilting his head to the side. "Y'know if you just needed a nap, all you had to do was tell us."

"Very funny." Emma said as she rubbed the bottom of her back. She looked around, "You okay Anna?" she asked, and Anna nodded.

"Fine."

"I'm peachy by the way." Ruby called from the basement. Emma scowled almost playfully at the woman before looking at Dean.

"I need to talk to you."

"Sure," Dean said, and Emma looked down at the bag in his hand.

"Hex bags?"

"Extra crunchy." Ruby said, "They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers."

"Thanks Ruby," Dean said, slightly awkwardly. Emma took note of the atmosphere and leaned against the wall behind the bed. "Don't lose this." Dean was saying to Anna. He went to hand one to Emma, but she didn't take it, only shook her head. Dean didn't say anything, and turned to Anna. "So, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?"

"It's quiet." Anna said, "Dead silence."

"Good," Emma said as she stood up, "That's not troubling at all."

"We're in trouble." Anna said, and looked at all of them. "You guys are scared?"

"Nah." Dean waved his hands.

"We've faced a lot bigger than this," Emma lied through her teeth and brought herself swiftly to her feet, before walking to the door of the panic room.

"How you doin' sleeping beauty?" Ruby asked, arms crossed. Emma rolled her eyes. "Can't believe you slept through all that racket."

"I have a good filtration system." Emma replied, and turned her head when Sam called Dean's name from outside. Dean leapt up into an upright position and made his way up the stairs. Emma was right in front of him.

"Stay here okay?" he said to Anna. To Ruby he pointed, "Keep an eye on her."

As the two walked into Bobby's dining room, the sun was shining into the windows, which gave Emma a sense of just how long she had been sleeping. She yearned to talk to Dean about what was going on, but it would have to wait. Her fear was going to have to wait. Her death was going to have to wait.

"How's the car?" Dean called suspiciously.

"She's fine." Sam said, giving his brother a look. "Where's Bobby?"

"Uh, the Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it." Emma smiled and thought of Bobby. She needed to call him soon.

"He's working a job?" Emma asked.

"God I hope so," Dean winked at her, "Otherwise he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap." Emma and Sam both flinched, and they glared at Dean.

"Now that that's seared into my brain."

"What did you find on Anna?" Emma asked, leaning against the Impala. She took most of her weight off her knee, sticking her leg out and propping it up on a stump.

"Not much, her parents were Rich and Amy Milton. Church deacon and a housewife."

"Riveting." Dean said with a roll of his eyes. Emma sighed and walked over to her truck. As she opened the door, she climbed in and reached into the back, looking for her bag with more clothes. She listened in the back of her mind to Sam talk to Dean about Anna's earliest psych episode. Something about her father not being her real father. Emma frowned as she pulled her phone out of the ash tray and checked her messages. A few from Maggie. A lot from Maggie. Quickly, she sent her friend a message back: "Deep shit apocalypse stuff, call you later. Love ya. –E."

"So who was?" Dean asked, "The plumber hmm? A little snaking the pipes?" Emma and Sam both turned to look at him with disgusted faces.

"You're confusing reality with porn again." Sam said and Emma leaned back in her seat to keep getting her things together. "Look, Anna didn't say. She kept repeating that this father of hers was mad – like really mad. Like... wanted to kill her mad."

"Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old." Dean said.

"She saw a kid's shrink and got better. Grew up normal."

"Until now," Emma chimed in.

"So what's she hiding?" Dean wondered.

"Why don't you just ask me to my face?" Anna's voice came from the porch as she came out to the cars.

"Nice job watching her." Dean shot at Ruby.

"I'm watching her."

"No, you're right, Anna." Sam said, trying to keep the peace. "Is there anything you want to tell us? The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?"

"You tell me." Anna said, she was angry. Emma could understand. "Tell me why my life has been leveled... why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know."

"Okay, then let's find out." Emma suddenly said. She pulled her phone out and started searching for a number.

"How?" Emma held up one finger as she pressed the phone to her ear.

"Pamela! Beautiful! Remember when you told me you owed me one? I'm calling it in, if that's alright with you." Emma turned and made eye contact with Dean, nodding and smiling.

Emma had insisted they take her car. Dean sat in the passenger's seat and Emma sped down the freeway, the music on rather loud. Dean finally leaned down and turned off the radio, leaving Emma to finish humming the note quietly. She glanced at him.

"Can I help you?" she teased him.

"Talk to me." He replied, turning in his seat. Emma looked over at him, her eyebrows raised. "C'mon. You have a fit in the church, and then you sleep for almost twelve hours. Something's going on, just tell me."

"I don't want to talk about it right now," Emma said, taking an exit off the freeway maybe a little too quickly. Tired squealed and Dean shifted in his seat before she righted herself. "Okay? Let's just save the day again. Afterward we can talk, okay?"

"Alright," Dean said finally, and nearly flew out the windshield as Emma came to a crashing halt in front of Pam's house.

"Wear your seatbelt next time."

"We're here!" Dean cried as they walked up the porch steps of Bobby's house and down into the basement.

"Pamela!" Sam cried as Emma helped her down the steps. "Hey!"

"Sam?" The woman cried, a smile on her face.

"It's me, it's Sam." He said with a smile.

"SAM?!" Pamela cried out again. "Sam, is that you?"

"I'm right here," Sam said as he walked up.

"Oh. Know how I can tell?" she said as her hand reached out and she grabbed Sam's ass. "That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy." Emma was leaned over, laughing. Ruby was looking on with an eyebrow raised. "Same way I know that's a demon and that poor girl's Anna and you've been eyeing my rack." Sam immediately averted his eyes stuttering, and Pam laughed. "Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most."

"Got it," Sam said.

"Hey Anna." Pam said as she leaned forward toward the girl. "How are you? I'm Pamela. Dean and Emma were telling me what's been going on. I'm excited to help."

"Oh... that's nice of you."

"She owed me one." Emma mouthed, and Pam turned her face toward the girl. They smiled at each other, even though Emma knew she couldn't see her. Dean had told her the story of how she had lost her eyes early on when they had met. Emma had had a few choice words to share with Castiel. She still needed to. Add that onto her to do list.

"Any chance I can dick over an angel and settle a debt, I'm taking it."

"Why?" Anna asked curiously.

"They stole something from me." Pam said bitterly. Emma pursed her lips as the woman took off her sunglasses and revealed her white eyes. "Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?" she laughed, "Now… how about you tell me what your deal is? Hm? Don't you worry. Let's go in here." Emma watched as Pam had Anna lie down on the bed Emma had just been on, and sat down beside her. "Nice and relaxed." She began it. "Now, I'm going to count from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper okay? 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed. Can you hear me?" Emma walked away from the doorway to stand where Dean was leaned against the wall. In his hand was a glass of whiskey, and Emma took a sip out of it. He smiled at her and leaned down to bring his lips to hers.

"I haven't kissed you in a while." He said with a little smile. Emma put her head on his shoulder.

"Too long." But they were interrupted in their moment of peace by screaming from the panic room. Running over, they both looked inside. Sam had jumped to his feet.

"He's gonna kill me!" Anna was screaming. The light exploded.

"Anna?" Dean asked as he walked forward.

"Dean, don't." Pam said but it was too late, Dean was thrown back across the room, colliding with Emma at the door and sending them both down. She groaned as she staggered back up onto her feet.

"Fat ass."

"Okay!" Pamela was yelling, "wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Anna... Anna? You all right?" Emma watched as Anna's eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling.

"Thank you Pamela." She said in a soft voice. "That helps a lot. I remember now."

"Remember what?" Dean asked, leaning on the doorway as he straightened himself.

"Who I am." There was a silence.

"I'll bite." Emma said sarcastically. "Who are you?"

Anna looked at all of them in turn. "I'm an angel." Emma threw up her hands and turned, shaking her head. Anna called to her. "Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others."

"I don't find that very reassuring." Ruby said. Pam shook her head.

"Neither do I."

"So... Castiel, Uriel. They're the ones that came for me?" she asked. There was something about her demeanor that had changed. Emma didn't know if she liked it.

"You know them?" Sam asked. Anna nodded.

"We were kind of in the same foxhole."

"So, what, were they like your bosses or something?" Dean asked. He reached out and rubbed Emma's arm, fingers lightly brushing over her skin.

"Try the other way around." Emma turned her head and looked at the young girl, lifting her eyebrows.

"But now they want to kill you?" Pamela asked.

"Orders are orders." Anna said, "I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head. I disobeyed... which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell."

"Meaning?"

"She fell to earth," Emma said, "Became human."

"Wait a minute," Sam said, "I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?"

"It kind of hurts." Anna said. "Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace."

"Come again?"

"My grace. It's... energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was."

"So you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?" Dean asked.

"The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah."

"I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are." Ruby said, peeking her head around Emma.

"Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead."

"And Hell just wants her. A flesh and blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup." Emma nodded in agreement, "And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you."

"I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back. My grace. If I can find it."

"So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit and shazam, you're Roma Downey?" Dean demanded and Emma laughed. Dean really had a way with words.

"Something like that."

"All right. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?"

"I don't know. I was falling about 10,000 miles an hour. Literally falling."

"Like the way a human can see? Like a comet maybe, or a meteor?"

"Why do you ask?" Anna asked. Emma looked over at Dean and they nodded to each other, hiking up into Bobby's library.

"I hate when they do that." Dean said and the rest of them followed.

"Here. In March '85 a meteorite vanished in the night sky over Northwestern Ohio. It was sighted nine months before Anna was born, and she was born in that part of Ohio."

Ruby was looking at him, eyebrows raised. "You're pretty buff for a nerd." Emma nodded as she opened another magazine.

"Look I think it was Anna, and here, same time – another meteor over Kentucky."

"And that's her grace?" Ruby asked.

"Might be." Emma said, nodding her head. "Now we've narrowed it to a whole state."

"Hey, it's a start, okay?" Sam asked Emma. She looked at him and nodded, flipping another page.

"Sam..." Ruby said as Emma stood up. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you into this. If I would have known I would have kept my trap shut.

"Yeah, well, we'll muddle through."

"Not this time," Ruby was saying. "You do not want to get between these two armies. It's Godzilla and Mothra. If one side doesn't get us, the other will."

"So, what do you want to do? Dump Anna and run? Forget it." Sam said with a shake of his head. "Look, I know the angels freak you out."

"Forget the angels. It's Alastair I'm afraid of."

"Alastair?"

"You met him in the church. Practically the grand inquisitor downstairs. Picasso with a razor." Emma put her hand on her stomach and gritted her teeth, leaning against the door.

"And?"

"And you should pull him out and throw him back in the pit... if you weren't so out of shape." Emma chose this point to leave the room, walking out into the basement where the others were. Anna and Dean were standing together outside the panic room. Emma had brought Pam back that day.

"Hey," Dean said to her and came over, kissing her on the forehead. Emma smiled and hugged him tight.

"Hey." She sad back. "How you two holding up?"

"Fine." Anna replied, staring at the wall. "My grace is-"

"Somewhere in Kentucky, I heard." Emma cut her off and went to check her phone. Another message from Maggie.

"Be safe, bitch. Love ya."

"Pamela get home okay?" Anna asked.

"Yeah. She said she was sorry. It's just after last time she, uh... this is just a little too rich for her blood."

"I don't blame her." Anna replied. "You guys should do the same."

"Well, we're not that smart. Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me?" Emma went over, away from the conversation, and sat down on the ground in the basement. She stared at the devil's trap on the ground, noting how hard it was for her to walk out of it the last time. She traced her bottom lip with her finger, drifting off into her own thoughts as the two talked. She heard mention of emotions, human emotions, and that was why Anna had come down. Emma right now couldn't disagree more. It seemed nice to just be cold, absolute, with nothing to do but obey. She sniffed and leaned her head on her hands.

"Hey." Sam said when he came down the steps.

"You find something?" Dean asked.

"I think so." Emma and Dean followed Sam up the steps, Anna close behind them.

"Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least."

"The grace." Anna said, "Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy."

"So grace ground zero – it's not destruction... it's..."

"Pure creation."

They had all decided to take the Impala, even if they were going to be cramped. Sam and Dean and Emma sat in the front, the latter of the three leaned in the middle toward Sam, her legs over his. She really didn't want to sit between the angel and demon in the backseat, so she had sacrificed Sam's comfort for it. He didn't mind. His arm was around her shoulder, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Ruby in the backseat was seething at her, and Dean was jealous, but it was a brotherly thing. There was no harm in it. Dean, as they were driving, looked into the back mirror and laughed.

"What?" Ruby snarled.

"Nothing, it's just an angel and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like a setup to a bad joke, or a Penthouse Forum letter."

"Dude," Sam said and Emma shuddered. "Reality and porn."

Dean looked over at his brother. "You call this reality?"

The five of them stood in front of a huge oak tree, dark against the night sky. Emma stood beside Dean and shook her head as Anna announced that the grace was gone. Shaking her head and running a hand through her hair, she sighed and walked back to the car.

"We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room." Dean said. They were all in the barn. Sam was sitting on a bale of hay. Anna was beside him. Emma stood by the door, a gun in her hand.

"What, forever?" Ruby demanded. Emma sighed.

"I'm just thinking out loud!" Dean exploded, throwing his hands up.

"Leave him alone." Emma said harshly.

"Or what? You're supposed to be some savior. Why don't you do some saving?" Ruby hot back. Emma growled.

"Shut up, fuckin' demon!" she shouted. "You know as much as I do about this savior bull shit. He said he was just thinking out loud. Why don't you-"

"You call that thinking?!" Ruby shrieked.

"Hey!" Sam's voice made Emma jump at how harsh and firm it was. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Stop it." He stood up and held out his hands between the two. Ruby shook her head.

"Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side, maybe, but not both. Not at once." With every word, Emma felt her heart sink. She was right. No matter how much Emma hated to say it – she was right."

"Um... guys?" Anna's voice spoke up and all eyes in the room turned to her, "The angels are talking again."

"What are they saying?"

"It's weird... like a recording... a loop... it says 'Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight or-'" There was a long silence.

"Or what?" Dean asked.

"'or we hurl him back into damnation'." Anna finished. Her face was pale.

"No..." Emma felt her blood run cold. "No." she said with further conviction. She said it again. "Hell no." Emma looked over at Dean, who was sighing. Ruby almost looked sympathetic.

Sam spoke first, "Anna, do you know of anything we could use to fight an angel? To kill it?" Anna nodded.

"Nothing we could get to right now, though."

Emma blew out of her breath as Dean suggested calling Bobby. "What's he gonna tell us we don't already know?" Sam asked.

"I don't know – but we have to think of something!" Dean shouted and he stormed out of the room into the night air.

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"I want to kiss you," Anna was saying as she leaned close to Dean. Emma smiled as she came into sight.

"Not a chance, sweetheart." Emma said and watched as Anna jumped, turning to face her. Without saying anything, Anna turned and went back into the barn. Emma and Dean stood looking at each other for a few moments before Dean set his book down and opened his arms. Emma rushed into them. "Hey." She mumbled into his chest.

"Hey," Dean replied. Emma looked up at him and took a deep breath, her eyes flitting across his face.

"We need to talk..." it only took a moment for Emma to explain what Castiel had told her and by the end of it, Dean's hands were shaking.

"You're... oh god, Emma." Emma pressed her fingers to her lips and shut her eyes. Dean's arm tightened around her.

"I guess we're all gonna die tonight anyways, right?" Emma's voice was bitter. Dean's lips rested on the top of her head.

"Emma, I need to tell you something." Dean said. Emma frowned as Dean pulled her glove off of one of her hands and stood up. She tried to ask something but Dean only shushed her confusion. He stared at her and held up his hand. Emma paused for a moment before she pressed her own fingertips to his.

She saw herself. But it wasn't her, not the way she saw her. A beautiful blonde was standing in front of her eyes. Her hair fell in cascades around her big green eyes. She was small and delicate, but had a strength to her stance. She was sexy and innocent all at once. As the wind blew her hair to the side it was like something out of a painting. Emma almost felt her body stumble as she felt wave after wave of protectiveness, worry, admiration, her libido hit the roof. But most of all she felt love. The strongest love she had ever felt for anything, pouring from Dean's fingertips into her mind. She almost sobbed out loud, because it was a mirror image of how she felt every time she looked at Dean Winchester.

When he finally pried her fingers from his, Dean was left to stand there as Emma's chest raised up and down in quick movements. He looked worried, but Emma's smile brought one to his own lips. He leaned forward, lips inches from hers. "I love you," he whispered into her lips and in response, she slammed her lips against his.

She was still kissing him as Dean lifted her up, legs around his waist and they both fell into the Impala.

When Emma opened her eyes, the first thing she heard was the faint badump badump of Dean's heart under her ear. His body was pressed tight against hers, a thin blanket over the two of their naked bodies. The first thing she thought about was how gentle he had been, and how happy she was that she remembered it this time.

"Hey angel," Dean said as he opened his own eyes and looked down at Emma. She smiled faintly and kissed his chest, the closest piece of skin to her lips. She looked down at her watch. 11:55.

"Ready to go save the world?" she asked. Dean smiled, sadly, and kissed her again.

"Always."

Okay this was getting hella long and I wanted to get another chapter out there because I feel bad about not updating in so long. Another one should be out within the next couple days. I just got home from work and its like midnight and I'm suuuuuper sleepy so hopefully this holds you over for the next couple days.

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Also! Me and Morgan Elizabeth Jacobs have been working on a story together, featuring our very own Emma! That one gets regularly updated as well, so go check out her stories, and the one we're writing together!

Reviews are always welcome! Have a good night.